Unforgettable composition of primary school life

How time flies! In a blink of an eye, after six years, I will graduate. Life in primary school is so wonderful, so reluctant to go, and now we have to go our separate ways.

I am about to graduate. In these two thousand days, we are like a seedling, watered by the teacher. It seems that there is still the sound of us reading in the classroom, playing on the playground and laughing in the school circle. Every step, we left unforgettable memories.

We have gained a lot under the education of our alma mater. We got many friends and gained a lot of new knowledge, which made us polite students. We got a lot of good memories and unforgettable past events, and also got more compasses for dealing with people in the future. But we are about to graduate now. Looking back, we seem to be urging our teachers and encouraging them, as well as the lovely campus, to disappear from our songs. Moreover, I don't know when, we also became big brothers and sisters on campus and became role models for our younger brothers and sisters.

Now that we are about to graduate, the teacher's teaching, the sound of our reading and the laughter of our classmates are still ringing in our ears. Let's take a look at my last few days at school, the lovely campus, teach our teachers, encourage our classmates and cherish the days we spent together in these last few days.

All good things must come to an end, and time is gone forever. We will always remember the teacher's education and be a successful person.

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Years are like songs, and six years of primary school life is like yesterday's clouds, which is really beautiful; Just like a cup of bitter gourd juice-bitter with sweet. ...

My teacher, my classmates, my classroom and my desk are unforgettable: they accompanied me in my six-year primary school life. No matter the ups and downs in six years, or saying goodbye to my classmates affectionately on graduation day, I walked out of the school gate and my legs were filled with lead: goodbye to my alma mater!

The tug-of-war competition in grade six made me realize the true feelings between teachers and students, the most sincere love between teachers and students. Everything in the past has not diluted my memory. I clearly remember that day-65438+February 5, when I first entered the classroom, I was greeted with a warm atmosphere. Four words are written on the blackboard: unite as one. Students' cheeks are like tomatoes-their blood is boiling. I understand that all this is caused by the teacher's "fanning the flames". When it was announced to go to the playground, everyone got up and ran to the playground with "brushes", and then the first game was the tug-of-war competition that our women's team had been waiting for for a long time.

There is an indescribable excitement in our hearts. Everyone stared at the glittering prize. The teacher's expectation of us has become the motivation in our hearts, and we are eager to win the first prize. "Shh-"The whistle sounded and we were ready. Everyone blushed and tried their best. At the same time, the teacher cheered for us loudly, and the students of Class 605 also cheered for us. Rope, rope, you have to fight for our breath! Teachers and students are exhausted, we must win! What a "God helps those who help themselves"! We finally won the first game. The next game, the most important one, became more and more intense. When we were about to win, the referee actually called us a foul. We were speechless, but in the next competition, we finally won the first place with practical actions, and a thousand words turned into tears.

The men's team failed, but the teacher always encouraged us and gave us confidence. That game has become a permanent memory in my mind.

Thinking of the unforgettable six-year primary school life, I can't help asking my former teachers and classmates; You guys okay?

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Unforgettable primary school life

Time, like running water, is gone forever. Six years of primary school life just flashed by. Facing the parting moment, the teacher who taught me knowledge and the good friend who helped me, I couldn't say the word "goodbye". The pace of happiness is always so short, I often doubt whether I can stay, but as time goes by, I have to leave the school where I have lived for six years, leaving only good memories. ...

I can't forget the conscientious teacher Li. I remember one Saturday, the teacher was hit by a motorcycle and didn't come to class. The students were worried all morning. Some students are afraid of being absent from class, while others want to know whether the teacher is seriously injured ... On Monday, a familiar figure came into my eye-Miss Li. It turned out that the teacher was afraid of delaying our class and even endured the pain to come to class. The scene of the teacher limping onto the platform still clearly emerges in front of my eyes. In that class, the students listened carefully. Miss Li has a bad voice and needs an operation. I thought the teacher had had an operation. By chance, I heard the teachers' comments, only to know that the teacher didn't have an operation. The doctor said that we should rest for four months after the operation, and we will graduate soon. The teacher is very worried about us and is going to take out our major and do it again. This incident deeply touched the students.

I can't forget to encourage my white teacher. In a mid-term exam, I only got 90 points in Chinese. I am disappointed in myself, I have no confidence at all, and my study is getting worse and worse. Then the teacher said, "You didn't do well in the exam this time. You must have made a mistake by accident, but it doesn't matter. Try again next time. " Although this is a short and ordinary sentence, it deeply touched my heart and made me full of confidence in myself. From then on, I studied hard and finally got good grades in the exam.

Of course, I can't forget my best friend for six years-Ji. I remember once, we had a conflict, and no one spoke to anyone, which made me very uncomfortable. Later, I felt I was wrong. After all, Ji Yueyue always helps me when I am in trouble and is the first to comfort me when I am sad. During that time, the school was sorting out books. I happen to be in the same group as Ji. I apologized to her and we became good friends again.

I can't tell you what happened in these six years. Those past events have been put into the boat in my mind, and they will be moored in the ocean of my memory forever.

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Time flies, the sun and the moon fly, and I will graduate from primary school before I know it. In the past six years in primary school, many things have happened to me. After these things, I really realized that unity is strength; Only in this way can we really know that the teacher cares about each of our classmates.

I clearly remember Children's Day in Grade Five. Our school will hold a cultural performance. For this performance, all classes in the school are busy rehearsing the program. Of course, our class is no exception. The program we performed was Helpless Chicken, and we rehearsed the program carefully. When rehearsing, I saw that the teachers and classmates worked hard, even I felt hard, but I often encouraged myself: "Come on! I can do it! " After this long and diligent rehearsal, I finally won the "first place" in the cultural performance. Only then did I really realize that unity is strength. I still remember that one day, one week before the graduation exam, I was sick. Because that night, I ate watermelon and zongzi wrapped by my mother-in-law and drank a lot of soda, which ruined my stomach. The next day, my stomach hurt worse than death. I was in a math class, and I really couldn't stand it. I went to Mr. Yao to apply medicated oil and called my mother. Mr. Yao said kindly, "How about it?" Does your stomach still hurt? Come on! Drink some warm water. "After a while, the teacher said," What happened? Does your stomach still hurt? Why hasn't your mother come yet! "Teacher Yao was like a cat on hot bricks-running around and calling my mother all the time. At that time, my heart was like knocking over a five-flavor bottle: sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty-it really wasn't the same taste. I just want to say to the teacher, "Thank you! "At that time, I really knew that the teacher was very concerned about each of our classmates.

After graduating from this primary school, what I most loathe to give up are teachers and classmates. I will always remember this unforgettable primary school life, this happy time!

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Primary school is only six years. Sometimes I feel that six years have passed in a blink of an eye, but I feel that it is very long, because many unforgettable things have happened in these six years.

How hard it is for the teacher who has been with us for six years! The teacher often says that we are the most difficult students she has ever taught. Once, we let teachers worry about all kinds of things-studying, being on duty, being a man ... what can we repay? I remember one time, when I didn't finish my homework, the teacher found that I didn't hand it in, so she quickly came to ask me. I thought, will I be scolded again? I had a brainwave and said, "Teacher, I forgot to bring it." The teacher listened and asked me to bring it this afternoon. But I didn't feel relaxed because of the teacher's words, but I felt that I had done something wrong. So during the break, I told the teacher the truth, but what I never expected was that the teacher was not angry. She said to me earnestly, "Son, you should have the courage to admit what you did wrong, and don't run away. Blindly escaping will only lead to bigger mistakes. " After listening to the teacher's instruction, my heart suddenly opened up. Teachers are always our best gardeners. She cut off the bad branches and ugly branches of our young trees and let us grow up slowly.

There are many indispensable classmates in my primary school life. They always give me a lot of help and care. Do you remember? We had a hard time together, playing all kinds of interesting games, and that time, when we were skating together, I accidentally fell down, which made me cry. You helped me to the hospital, comforted me and made me forget the pain ... In short, my classmates are my most precious wealth.

Primary school life is coming to an end. Recalling every beautiful day, I found myself deeply attached to primary school life.

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Unforgettable years of primary school life, time quietly passed, listening to the sound of the wind blowing, my heart suddenly hurt a little, because I remembered the colorful primary school life like a colorful Rubik's cube. ...

Six years, six years of primary school time, was gently burned into a tape, inadvertently, turned to the white tail, today, I am here to gently rewind.

In retrospect, I still remember the American essay reading contest not long ago. We try our best to be perfect, more perfect and more perfect in an almost harsh way ... Over and over again ... Standing for a long time, our legs and arms are stiff, and no one is tired; After a long recitation practice, my voice became hoarse, my throat ached, and no one shouted bitterness; No one complained that his lips were worn out. Numerous times of practice, let the heart become a flowering tree like a seed, deeply rooted in our hearts, and then our hearts quietly sprout leaves, quietly grow branches, spread out branches, and form a shade that belongs only to ourselves in our hearts.

During the competition, each of us held a lily representing purity in our hands and recited it freely, laughing as brightly as a lily in the sun. "There is a kind of flower that has been blooming in the world. When someone gives love to the world, it is the moment when it blooms ... "I slowly finished reading this article, and our recitation began ... Finally, although we didn't win the first prize, everyone smiled unexpectedly and pleasantly. "We tried our best and don't regret it!" I will never forget the tearful eyes of my classmates!

Goodbye, teacher! Don't forget your six-year teaching. After six years of love and care like parents and brothers, the students are grateful ... goodbye, classmates! Don't forget six years of sincere friendship. Six years of brotherly love and care, I will always remember. ...

Farewell, alma mater! Don't forget your five years of hard training. Six years of warm family love and nurturing is something that students will never forget ... Time has passed, and it has changed everything silently. When everything became a thing of the past and was gradually forgotten, I painted a picture I didn't want to forget-six years of primary school life.

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Jutai

In life, there are always many people and things coming and going in front of us, but we can't leave any traces. However, there are always some things that will remain in my memory forever, along with the happiness and sadness I once had. Even after a thousand years, when I open the yellowed pages, I will still be kind as always ... —— Inscription: I remember when I first entered school, I carried my newly bought schoolbag, read newly developed books, used new stationery, made new friends and started a new life in primary school.

Now, in just six years of primary school, we have changed from naive children to sensible big brothers and sisters. Remember? We meet in spring, we meet in hot summer, we meet in fruitful autumn, and we meet in winter. All good things must come to an end. Yes, it's time to part. When I think of the days we used to walk together, it turned out to be so happy and happy. ...

Remember when we walked through military training together in the fourth grade? Standing in the hot sun again and again to practice military boxing, we sweated like rain. Hard work again and again, let us unite as one; Practice hard again and again, let us learn to be strong. By the way, do you remember how to fold the quilt? Folding, pressing, folding and mending, a quilt with visible edges and corners appeared in front of us. Looking at the resolute faces of the instructors, perhaps after some tempering, our will will have the same outline.

After seven days of hard training, we finally returned to the quiet campus for many days, and the sound of reading in the past resounded through the campus again until one day two years later. Do you remember the last day of primary school? The school let each class organize the last get-together, which also put an end to our primary school career. The sky is gray, flowers have lost their vitality, birds have lost their cheerful songs, and even pedestrians are unhappy. I trudged into the classroom without the colorful decorations and happy atmosphere of the previous get-together, leaving only my attachment to the past six years. Less joy and blessings in the past, more sadness and disappointment. When the music of "Auld Lang Syne", the last program of the get-together, started, the singer was no longer more than a dozen students on the stage, and everyone's reluctant emotions poured out, singing "Auld Lang Syne" attentively! Everyone cried, and so did the teacher. She said, "All good things must come to an end. Today, we have to be apart. Maybe in a few years, we will live far apart and see you again. Anyway, as long as our hearts are together, we will always be a family! "

I accidentally opened the drawer, and graduation photo was still lying there quietly, with my attachment to primary school life, my disappointment with my good friends and my yearning for primary school teachers. ...

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Unforgettable primary school life

Time flies. In a blink of an eye, the wheel of time has turned six times, and we have spent six years in primary school. In the next six years, I gained many precious things. During these six years, I also expressed my deep feelings for my alma mater. Distant memories of the first grade of primary school six years ago, when I was new here, my first surprise was mixed with discomfort in the face of strange schools and classmates. Six years have passed, and the strange campus has become cordial. Now I have forged a friendship with my unfamiliar classmates.

In my school life, I got a precious gift-rich knowledge, noble quality and profound friendship. The teacher's teaching made us understand the truth, increased our knowledge, and getting along with our classmates made us understand unity and friendship. Six years is a long time, but it is only the beginning of a long life; Talking short stories can make a person change a lot: from ignorance at the beginning of school to knowledge now; From childish and ridiculous at the beginning of school to mature and stable now; From the timidity when I first entered school to the courage and perseverance now, there are many, many changes, all engraved in these six years. At this moment, I recall the laughter and flying happiness on campus, the sound of books in the classroom, the melodious piano sound in the music room, and the solemn team ceremony at the flag-raising ceremony. The past is drifting away, but it floats into our hearts, floating in front of our eyes, with vivid memories. These are the shadows of our happiness, but they are really a pearl in our memory treasure house!

Ah! I will leave my dear alma mater, my dear classmate and my dear teacher.

Ah! Thanks to the teacher's training and care, thanks to the education of my alma mater.

Unforgettable primary school life, unforgettable.

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Unforgettable primary school life

On this sunny and fragrant day, we gathered in the playground of our alma mater for the last time and under this shady tree.

From school to now, the trees around us have added six rings, and each ring seems to be a colorful picture book, recording the life of the school and our story. At this time, there is a voice full of ink in my ear; In front of us are charming classrooms, full labor, interesting and happy outings, and you chase after me.

There seems to be a picture in front of me. It was a sports meeting in grade five. Although it was in full swing at that time, the students didn't seem to feel hot at all. They are shouting "Come on, come on" for the students who will play in the game. At this time, a classmate slipped when there was still a little distance from the finish line. He lost consciousness and fell to the ground. The students present at that time were very nervous and worried about the safety of that classmate. The students behind him also stopped slowly, and they were worried that something would happen to him. Even if you win, it will be a shame, because the first place was originally someone else's, because the original first place was lost and you won the first place yourself. Although I lost a trophy, I exchanged this trophy for the friendship between my classmates and gained valuable true feelings.

I remember when I was in the third grade, I was sick and didn't come to school for several days. That's because my academic performance is poor and I didn't do a lot of homework. The teacher is very careful. You patiently taught me to cook meal after meal, and you asked my classmates to help me cook. You take care of me like a child. After the careful care of you and your classmates, my illness will soon be cured. Dear teachers and students, after six years, the trees behind us are still flourishing and lush. We should bid farewell to colorful childhood and bright red scarf and enter dreamy youth. We are going to the new school to meet the call of the league emblem.

Goodbye, dear alma mater, in your arms, we have become sensible from ignorance, mature from childishness, and brave from timidity. Today, we are proud of you; Tomorrow, you will be honored by us.

Goodbye, dear teacher, the spring rain dyed the world green, but I silently disappeared in the soil. Teacher, you are the spring rain in our hearts, and we will always thank you.

We used to be two seedlings growing side by side, two parts of my duet, and we used to be a pair of schoolmates on the field. When we wave goodbye, please bring my best wishes, please remember every day and night we are together, and let our friendship last forever.

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Primary school life is unforgettable. From babbling to writing and calculating, from being an idiot to being a good student in the eyes of teachers, I can't do without the hard cultivation of teachers. Now I am a primary school graduate, and I will leave this memorable alma mater in a few days. Looking back on the past days, I just came to Mr. Shen's class. Because of the lethargy in the class, I let Mr. Shen blow his beard and stare many times. Teacher Shen likes bold, naughty and playful students, and especially hates timid, playful and naughty students. He wants students to ask questions on their own initiative. In order to help us eliminate the psychological obstacles in our study and encourage us to actively participate in our study, he often said to us, "Please rest assured that in my Chinese class, there is no right or wrong understanding, feelings and views, only the difference between active and passive." I was skeptical at first.

Because in the past few years, our backward study methods and bad study habits have been formed, and it is not easy to change them at once. However, we have been trying to communicate with him and do as he says. Finally, with our joint efforts, the classroom gradually became active, and we began to enter a new learning space where Mr. Shen and his teachers and students were harmonious, self-taught, dared to communicate, dared to argue and challenged to read aloud. Since then, the grades in the class have changed with each passing day and gradually improved. Teachers and students learn from each other, learn from each other and promote each other, and their feelings are getting more and more harmonious.

In the past two years, two sentences have often echoed in my ears. Before doing math homework every time, Mr. Wang always said, "Write carefully, write straight lines, and pay attention to the correct rate." Although I can hear this voice every time I do my math homework in the past two years, it is still very fresh and interesting to me. Because under her strict requirements, my writing has been greatly improved. Now when I open my original homework, I can't help but sigh: it's really bad. Every time I write a composition, Teacher Shen often says, "If you want to write a vivid composition, you must first love life. Our articles record and describe life. Without careful observation and a lot of language accumulation, you can't write a real story and express your true feelings. " I took this sentence as my motto and kept it in mind when writing, which finally improved my writing level. Now open the composition I wrote before, and I can't even understand what it means. Kind of ironic. Today, two years later, I still remember these two sentences, and I will remember them later. Because they make my handwriting very good, they make me feel better with a pen, and they make me understand that beauty should be created by myself.

The days of primary school are gone forever. Time comes and goes in a hurry Huangli primary school is the cradle of my growth. Although the wings are not full, we still have to experience more storms. No matter where I fly in the future, I will often come back to see this beautiful and warm nest.

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Memory is a long river, full of bitter and cheerful tears, weaving colorful dreams, like a clear spring, flowing into my heart. When I opened the floodgate of memory, there were many unforgettable things, but the most unforgettable thing was my six-year primary school life, which was my happiest day.

I remember when I was a little boy. Since I entered my alma mater, it was the hard-working gardeners of my alma mater who trained me to be a sensible and good student and made me grow sturdily. It is my kind classmates who let me know about friendship and sharing happiness ... I spent most of my childhood on campus, which is full of childlike interest and vitality.

I still remember that spring, the campus was filled with thick grass and flowers. After discussion among the teachers, we decided to organize a spring outing in the suburbs. The news spread like spring breeze. Hearing the good news, there was a sensation in the classroom and it exploded like a frying pan. The students cheered and looked forward to tomorrow. After school, the students called friends and discussed them in twos and threes. Members of our group held their own words, and finally decided to split up: some bought drinks, some bought dry food, and some bought fruit. I trotted home and asked my father for money to prepare something for a spring outing with my classmates. When everything is bought, everyone will take some home. I can't sleep in bed at night. I am excited at the thought of tomorrow's spring outing. The departure time finally arrived, and the students set off in a neat line. Along the way, the students ran like rabbits, and the whole team was noisy, even though the teacher was crazy. Because it is a suburb, all kinds of wild flowers bloom along the way: those with names and those without names; Gorgeous, pale yellow, scattered in the grass, blinking like eyes. Many students can't help reaching out to pick some flowers-usually, you can't pick flowers on campus. Now, when we come to nature, there are many wild flowers and weeds. We really enjoy bringing flowers to ourselves, which we didn't even think about at school, but now it's easy to get, which really drives us crazy. At the destination, the students set up stalls in various places and looked at the delicious food they brought, which was dazzling and varied, making people salivate. After a big meal, we get together to play games. Some of us went to the river and watched the stones floating on the water. We were as happy as swimming on the water ... it was getting late, and then we lined up to sing home.

This spring outing, let's go into nature and experience the beauty of spring. However, this is just a small happy wave in my magnificent primary school life. I will never forget my primary school life.

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Unable to restrain his feelings, the teacher said in a trembling voice, "You are going to graduate and leave ..."

Yes, I'm leaving. We will bid farewell to our beloved teacher, leave our beautiful alma mater and walk out of the sky-blue school gate that has been in and out every day for six years.

I still remember clearly that when my father took my hand and walked into this door for the first time, I thought it was so mysterious. Now, I am going out of this school, and my heart is very uncomfortable. I once again looked at the door affectionately and stared into the affectionate eyes of the teacher. I will remember all this. The fascinating years of my childhood are unforgettable.

Take another look at the wide track on the track and field. Once upon a time, we walked through difficult and powerful steps from it and shed sweat of hard work. I remember that school sports meeting, with a gunshot, the women's 4 х 100 meter relay final began. Every athlete rushes to the finish line like a runaway arrow and a runaway horse. Cheerleaders on both sides of the runway shouted louder and louder. The athletes on the track ran harder when they heard everyone cheering for them. I am one of the contestants in our class. In the cheers of the students, three other students and I won the first place in the women's 4х 100 meter relay race, adding another gold medal to our class. Everyone's cheers and applause echoed in the campus for a long time ...

Look at that spacious and bright classroom again. There, the teacher taught us to read and write; There, the teacher taught us to sing and dance; There, the teacher taught us to set up lofty ideals. ...

Look at the lush grove on the west side of the playground. Whether it is spring, summer, autumn and winter, it is our paradise. In spring, we sit on the turntable, stretch our limbs and let the intoxicating flowers seep into our hearts; In summer, we hide in the thick shade of trees and read wonderful poems with emotion; In autumn, we climb the light swing and drift selflessly; In winter, walking on a path covered with snowflakes will leave footprints of childhood. ...

Now all this will be a wonderful memory in my life. At this moment, everything about my six-year primary school life comes to my mind, which makes me feel nostalgic in every way. Goodbye, alma mater! Goodbye, this six-year primary school life that I will never forget!